my balls fill with poetry

I had a line

but lost it

I felt it in the bottom of my balls

actually deeper

Come lie here at my feet

my Bassit eyed love

come make a fire with me

I thought of Noordhoek

and that Jewish mane

I dnt knw why the two related,

But pictured it

Again for days you v disappeared

like the ‘Joker’

the ‘thing’ that we have

neither of us

have been able to name,

But I dreamed of your ass

and eating it

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